Declaration of Love

My every dream is consumed with the image of your beauty. I long to lay by your side and melt into the depth of your gaze, feel the warmth of your smile and hold you so close that our heart’s beat in time, as if one. I long to brush your hair from across your beautiful face, knowing this is the face I want to fall asleep with, and wake to every morning. Not only do I love you, but I adore and crave you. Not only now, but long after we’re married and beyond. I’m so honoured to call you mine, and so proud to stand by your side.

Copyright: authorchrisbrown



You come walking in
Vest top on and legs wrapped in leather
High hells on
Hair hanging down
With a smile on your face and that sparkle in your eye
You must know I adore you
Crave you
Want you
God knows that I love you
Temptation has never been so cruel
Because without that ring on your finger
You’ll never truly be mine

Copyright: authorchrisbrown


Q&A about Love

How do you know it’s love? Should your mind wander to exotic places, sampling gourmet dishes or finest wine, who is sharing that mind wander with you? If it is not the person of whom you’ve said has your heart, do they really have it?

What do you think about soul mates? When two lovers come together, and a bond is formed not of lust and carnal desire, but of understanding and communication. When they see the flaws created by others and accept them without wanting to fix them because the adore you in spite of them. Though they cannot erase the past, they nurture your soul in a way that makes your future much brighter.

Do you believe there is someone for everyone? A lifetime is but a spec in the true reality of time. A month, a year or even a decade we may wait until our heart’s rythmn is matched to another. We may win and lose our greatest love in our early years, or find true love towards the end of what time we have. True love comes to us all eventually, it’s keeping it fed and sustainable that will help it flourish.

Have you found any of the aforementioned? My journey through love has been eventful, albeit with few. They have been full of happy times and great memories of which I look back on with fondness. That said, I have found my happily ever after. She is all of the above and more. She has captivated my heart from the first time I saw her, and continues to enthrall and amaze me with her presence and charisma. If a man could die from love, I would have died already a million times over. She is my everything.

Thoughts of: authorchrisbrown



Something hurts inside
When you’re lost and can’t be found
You feel so disconnected
From every sight and every sound

No place to call your home
As there’s nowhere for your heart
So you endlessly keep walking
Getting further from the start

Tears they fall around you
Like heavy rain on the blackest day
And the scars you cannot see
Will within you always stay

To this life of shattered dreams
You’ll be forever eternally bound
Because it hurts a little more
Each day you’re lost and can’t be found

Copyright: authorchrisbrown



When your fears turns to tears, and dreams crumble into decaying debris.

When salvation becomes the barrel of a loaded gun and you drink your poison to numb the pain.

When every fibre of you soul is manipulated like a marionette’s strings, pushed and pulled beyond you will.

When a heart doesn’t break, but it cracks and shatters into millions of pieces lifting into the night sky to join the stars.

When the words have been spoken and all feelings gone.

That is when it’s the end.

Copyright: authorchrisbrown


Love, Unconditional

She’s like the stars in the night sky, the moon on a cloudless night. She’s the warmth of the sun and the kiss of a summer breeze upon my cheek. She’s the salvation of open arms and the comfort of a warm welcoming bosom. Her smile captivates me and I’ll forever be #MySweetLove

Your smile is more precious than the sun when lost in the darkness, and your love is like the wind. Even though I cannot see it, I feel it within my heart every day. #mysweetheart

On the most silent of nights, when I close my eyes, the sound of her laughter fills my ears. When the cold of night bites deep beneath the blanket, I remember the warmth of her embrace and the tender touch of her fingers through my hair. There is a comfort, a reassuring sanctuary that makes me feel safe in losing myself to sleep. #myfuturewife



Emotions are strong things. We act blindly at times because of them, through hurt and pain, sadness and anger. Sometimes though, through these strong feelings of emotion, a poet will create some of his best work.

A pile of stinking putrid filth
A gut wrenching
Vomit inducing
Stench of decaying hopes and dreams
Tortured helpless minds
Ripped out souls
And empty shells
Zombies to emotions of once they felt
Limp and lifeless forms
Stumbling through the cesspit of life
Let me join you brothers
The legion of damned
The unloved
Slaves to abandonment and eternal loss
As I say “Good luck you all!”
The lovers
And all of those that harbour hope
For love is death upon it’s end
Rips out your soul
Rots your heart
And leaves you broken to the core

Copyright: authorchrisbrown


Getting back into things

I wanted to write a little piece, just to see if anything would form in this supposed creative mind of mine, see if I was still able to make words flow and ebb like calm gentle waters over the minds of those reading.

I call this ‘Drifting into Seperation’

Two ships under a crescent moon, slowly parting upon opposing tides. Communications languish, until eventually all connections are terminally disconnected. Relationship ebbing away, like water through open fingers. Tears become now your passengers, and all your smiles have abandoned ship.

Copyright: authorchrisbrown


Relationship Ideals

The front door opened where a tired an weary female came in from the cold outside. She was greeted with a cozy blanket that had been warming on the radiator, put there for her arrival. It was being held by the smiling face of her husband.

Wrapping it around her, he led her to the sofa where he began removing her shoes so as to rub her aching feet. The room was full of the scent of an evening meal, almost ready, cooking in the oven. A glass of wine already poured, waiting on the table and the sound of running water for the bath he’d readied for her return.

These are the things I believe a partner wants from a relationship, not coming home to x-box and the prospect of then having to choose and cook tea. I might be wrong.